Floating Nude in a Pond on Mount Vision
Butterflying into the cold I see
a skin of dirt on the bronze surface,
like melted butter on toast. Like fireflies
the warm spots move faster than I can
and in random direction.
Drowsy on my back I see exquisite light
filtered thru the green bowl of pines above
and smell pine pitch on the air coated like a tongue.
Floating here, mind’s lighter than air and as far away.
Then I swim into the cold present.,
Forgetting where on shore my watch.
Point Reyes National Seashore
June 12th, 1983
from Never Enough Light, New and Selected Poems 1966-1994, Sanford Dorbin, Igneus Press, Bedford, NH, 1995, p. 193.